meaning

"Write me a poem," they say. They want alliteration to fall asleep to and metaphors spilled across the page like blood in their name but you- you never asked, and yet every syllable is for you, every beat of my heart and ache in my chest that I translate to a default font is laced with the color of your eyes. They can bind my words and interpret them until the language means nothing, yet they’ll never understand the way you look when you’re sleeping or how you seem to shine, and how you could be a fallen star but stars always die and you are eternal.

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